When I was growing up in England the TV had three channels. True story. There were the two channels operated by the BBC. BBC 1 was on for most of the day. I could tune in around to 9 a.m.…
Category: Musings on Me
What a Difference a Week Makes
This time, last week, I was sitting in a Starbucks sweating bullets. I had, what else, but a deadline looming. Not one deadline but two for that day and one, probably two for the next day. As I sat down…
At Long Last Sitting in the Front Seat
Someone might not be happy about me posting this pic on this blog. Someone might give me a look. Someone might roll her eyes. We’re very much in the teen years over here. Two teens in fact. Teens are the…
Learning Something New About a Brand I Have Known About for Years #kfcfresh
A few weeks ago I took a quick trip to Louisville, KY. And by quick I do mean quick. I was in the air or on the ground for about 27 hours. Quick. The trip couldn’t have come at a…
Doing Good As a Team #MembersUnite
As a college student, I discovered the Jerry Lewis Telethon one Labor Day Weekend. I was new to the U.S. having recently moved from England to Pennsylvania for college. As a kid in England I watched TV, but I had…
2012: Resolutions and Then Some #Tots2Tweens
I don’t write down my resolutions. I’m not sure if I have ever written down a New Year’s Resolution. Maybe, years ago? Perhaps, I jotted something down on a scrap of paper? Did I write something on my calendar? In…
Jet Setter…Not
I’m sitting in a hotel room. No noise. The TV remote control all to myself. A nice dinner in the not too.distant future. But I miss my kids. In my previous life, I never traveled for.business. I was the left…
Remembering a Friend
I only knew Susan from her blog. By that I mean I didn’t meet her before I started writing my own blog. But, Susan was among the first group of local bloggers that I met. We have a vibrant and…
Plugins for a Blog That Rocks #aff
I wanted to share this with you. I recently found out about about a site for WordPress plugins. If you are like me, you are not a coder or a blogging guru. If you are not like me, I worship…
Reminiscing About a Tartan Holdall
As a little kid, we traveled five or more times a year. Some trips were short to moderate car rides. Other trips were transatlantic flights. There was one constant on all our family trips. My mother’s tartan holdall. The bag…
